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  • gladiator001 4d

    The Creator

    Webs of passion were woven hard
    Then I lay dormant in retreat
    I have been longing for something
    Eons have passed in between
    Madness was easy to execute
    I gathered all that I could
    This was an insatiable pursuit
    Everything became easy to come
    I was obligated to further seek
    In the vastness that I could touch
    Nothing was beyond me
    The macrocosm felt minute
    I kept on searching out there
    to find someone of my proportions
    Who could feel as i have felt
    Was this a failure I could not accept
    All the barren moons in grief
    All the stars that were scattered
    Why everything was built
    Did it really mattered ?
    The curiosity has been defeated
    The passion turned bleak
    destruction will soon prevail
    Obsolescence will be my fate
    In a prison of infinite walls
    I shall slumber without a dream

    ©gladiator001
    Pic credit: Star Trek, 1979

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  • gladiator001 1w

    The autumn despair

    An odd mirage has your soul entangled
    Like a stiff cactus you had bloomed
    In a fight between bonfire and moon
    You became what you couldn't fathom

    When the sun descended from hell
    When the stars hid in black sheets
    You felt like death of somebody else
    or reflections screaming in melting mirrors

    You told me you would give everything
    from drops of scarcity to oceans of abundance
    I barked at the limitations of passion
    You fled away into the currents of winds

    My skin had turned to stiff leather
    My heart became a worthless box
    The whole world felt like a coffin
    You were the last rose on my chest

    That that has morphed into a disease
    A fermentation of grief into a relief
    I hope to elope into an inanity of a dream
    that only rose I suppose I should keep

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    Pic credit: the starry night by van gogh

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    Desperation

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  • gladiator001 1w

    Blurred lines

    Every now and then
    my tongue is tethered
    to the taste of silence
    hanging in the clamour
    like an eagle suspended
    in the air and savoring time
    Every now and then
    Rarity finds itself mistaken
    Tarrots of fortune I hold
    but fate exacerbates for worse
    darkness that was innocuous
    turns to detrimental afflictions
    with all its worst versions
    Every now and then
    What is bound to happen
    Words hit ceilings and walls
    Like unattended payphone calls
    expectations and exploitations
    are blurred between desires
    Every now and then
    Every word is heard
    Dreams repeat to perfection
    Imagination is perverted
    Fiction just throttles elation
    But nothing breaks the cage

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  • gladiator001 1w

    Transition

    As I scratch my head
    in the middle of the night
    My leg foot seems to bother me
    An agony creeps between
    muscles and bones, messing with
    my ligaments and tendons
    I swear i can tell you the exact
    location where the source of pain is
    but like a clever parasite it swifts to another parts in seconds
    I sometimes feel it has crushed
    my bones into white powder
    and still it is crawling in my skin
    I stare at the blue veins and old scars
    on my foot which were hideous but now in the limelight
    Nowadays I have stooped so low
    People think that there is something
    wrong with my backbone
    I press my thumb on top of my foot
    It seems to give a temporary relief
    The world is running along with sun and stars and i find myself stuck
    I turn on the TV and cannot watch football anymore
    Damn ! My foot hurts
    Like it's being crushed by a road roller
    It's better to have a heart attack
    than this constant consternation
    which has made me aware and out of concentration
    My right foot is in relaxed mode
    It is lying around senseless
    It's been weeks since it started
    It comes and goes
    It is trivial when I am busy
    It is outrageous in my solitude
    I had some painkiller but I think
    an axe would suffice
    I heard a monk say,'pain is in the mind'
    Let him walk in my shoe
    Some pain descends from hell
    beyond a mortal comprehension
    I was about to succumb to
    voodoo cure and black magic
    But then I met this physical therapist
    who used simple techniques
    and skills of his hands
    I rarely feel the pain now
    but sometimes i feel an itch in my left toe


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  • gladiator001 6w

    To MARS

    To Mars I say
    Leave this wretched planet
    I had enough
    Hand me over a rocket
    Give me space suit
    Monkeys have gone to space
    Why can't I ?

    All blue
    Nothing new
    Same old faces
    Unchanging circumstances
    Let me escape
    from all that is fake
    before another doom falls

    Hypocrisy blooms
    Prejudice rules
    Love is exploited
    Trust is six feet under
    Life was a blunder
    scarcity and hard choices
    Still a slave of devices

    Humans will be less
    I will be blessed
    No more of this mess
    of bloody taxes and cess
    No religion and no race
    That is my kind of place
    To Mars for solace

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  • gladiator001 6w

    Witness

    Billion snow flakes came down
    in the cold heart of winter
    When the snow buried us all
    The smoke that sang songs
    about the shapes of ascension
    The lakes that froze on surface
    beneath the foot of mountains
    gazed at the firmament for sun
    In the yonder there bloomed
    a flower of flame between woods
    the devils danced with sticks in hands
    Their eyes were red, their heads on fire
    They moved in air in circles
    With screams that killed beasts
    The earth opened with a clamor
    The expanding gyre of ashes and lava
    Earthquake came from everywhere
    All the trees that slept shed snow
    The crows wandered in madness
    The white air became yellow
    I watched it all from my window
    They left when their secrets
    couldn't be held in the hearts
    The sun was still trapped in clouds
    The glaciers passed through the valleys
    When months passed and nothing happened
    I burned the house with embers in my hand
    I saw small fishes frozen to death
    The wolves that ran away in the woods
    The ghosts of unresting graves
    whispered their tales of grief
    I heard them and felt their faces
    To their last breath that no one heard
    Now I walk among the dead that carry my memories
    Death passed through us when we
    were alive
    Our horses flesh was warm, blood
    was silver and viscous
    A hundred centuries passed and we carried time to another age
    Our beds were filled with soil of the oldest rocks
    Our footprints that were abased by
    the wind
    Our souls now capture it and guides them
    Winter that brings back memories
    is now a journal of our journey
    that will never be spoken out loud
    and nothing will pacify us again

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  • gladiator001 7w

    Of sense and sensibilty

    You should be aware by now
    that loving you is not enough
    my sentience dismantles me
    and I only bother myself to
    how to adore you even more

    I have dwelt on the horizon
    but I long to stare further beyond
    where the end of desire settles
    but these are only false hopes
    slipping into terrible dreams

    If I could wrap time around you
    Making threads from lost hours
    every memory will be an eternity
    Where you will float forever
    like a meteor trapped in a journey

    I have compelled myself to stop
    This expansion of love is reckless
    Where enough is never enough
    romantic disorder exacerbates
    but a dynamic harmony blooms

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  • gladiator001 7w

    Embrace

    Sometimes there is no war
    but the soldiers are in trenches
    The way of life is wicked
    More troubles, less respite
    Half revolting, half compelled
    half baked, half burned
    Youth that was a rolling stone
    is silently gathering moss
    time that was in our grip
    is holding our neck for noose
    The invincible surrenders
    Like a river that is roaring
    and pristine as heaven
    has to accept the salted sea
    for that change is a decree


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  • gladiator001 8w

    Galactus

    Through the celestial valleys
    and eclectic voids of creation
    scavenging forever
    and devouring planets
    Trapped for an eternal hunger
    that lingers like a static smoke
    an ancient beast that cannot die but
    survive cosmic catastrophes
    Its existence triggers chaos
    and brings an apetite for destruction
    Satiation is in denial
    Like an insane animal
    of primal instincts,
    raw and unrestrained
    till the end of the time
    who consumed stars
    and collided with galaxies
    born even before the origin began
    whose hysteria was the dawn
    of the universe who was a
    denouement of an unholy genesis
    of darkness whose unheard screams
    echoes with eternity
    slowly turning entropy into disaster
    transcending turmoil into reality
    sometimes dead, sometimes
    immortality waking it up,
    Never to sleep but still be gripped
    by a slumber that is everlasting,
    sailing through the boundless
    space to seek solace through the
    interstice of uncertainty
    and all the reality that conveys
    that it can go nowhere
    but has to feed to the need
    that grows like roots from a seed
    No axe can cut down the trunk
    Death wouldn't dare to come close
    But only to ripple and rip apart
    it's touch is all the revelation for the
    unattainable culmination
    He who carries the curse of the
    macrocosm conjures the symptoms
    of a begining without an end

    ©gladiator001

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  • gladiator001 10w

    Embrace

    Bounded rationality tells me
    that my existential consternation
    is superfluous but deep inside
    the primordial wisdom is to embrace
    mortality salience,
    The knowledge and innovations
    are doomed to be of no significant
    value and the conflict to challenge
    death itself is excruciatingly prejudiced
    but that that contemplation is
    manipulative and temporary
    that the inevitability is looming
    everywhere and sometimes
    it freezes the soul to nothingness
    the burden on the consciousness
    has made a lasting impression,
    The journey doesn’t induce elation
    The destination is crystal clear,
    Every activity is painted by its art
    Aversion can be futile but that is the only weapon that compels us to divert
    ourselves to something meaningful,
    to look for a cave in an everlasting
    storm, to build a wall that will
    take time to go down,
    and once we have made ourselves
    resilient enough to accept it in our worst
    days and prove that we have surpassed
    uncertainty and we will learn from our mediocrity and still be beyond ordinary


    ©gladiator001